All Tomorrow's Parties (Live)

歌詞

And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties ? A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties. And what shall she do and where will she go When midnight comes around ? She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door. And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties ? White silks and linens of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrow's parties. And what will she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around ? She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door. And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties ? For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go mourning. A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks — a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties